It was beautiful, down the valley,
Where the wild gorse grows,
Beautiful in the sunshine,
Where the river’s current flows.
Beautiful in the splendor
Of a clear springy day,
Beautiful as the willow brush
The fresh wind did play.
But deep within the beauty,
Where no eye has ever seen,
Lay the sorrow of a winter,
The drought before the spring.
For once upon a mountain,
The place wilderness only knows,
There lay a pall of darkness
Under winter’s heavy snows.
Cold winds did lash her,
Frigid temperatures in the dark,
And, stumbling, in the gloaming,
Her heart was torn apart.
But now spring has brought her
Out of winter into light,
And the place that once was barren
Now blooms from what was night.
Those who heard her sighing
In the darkness of the past
Are now singing and rejoicing
At the light that’s come at last.
So join with me in praising
If the darkness lingers yet,
For beyond the wings of sorrow
Lies a path to joys unmet.
Dedicated to those who have walked the valley of sorrow, whatever it may be. It’s only the beginning, for beyond the winter, there is the new hope of spring!
